Anonymous - Arabella

After the merry adventures I had already known, this intelligence did not surprise me as much as it might have otherwise done, though I was eager to know whether she had been fucked at all.

“Perhaps and perhaps not,” she replied, with a strange admixture of both the prurient and the lewd in her tone which gave me to realise even more the complexity of her nature. “We must be careful, though,” she went on, “for I believe that Papa intends to join our party and to bring Selina.”

“Oh well, in that case it will not be possible, and besides I am not at all sure that I want George to mount me,” I said with a great air of fussiness. She appeared to have read rather more of my character than I had suspected and for once I was caught off balance, as it were. Being agile of mind and wondering much about such a curious arrangement, I allowed myself to adopt the air of one who was both uncertain and a trifle naive.

“We shall manage, I am sure, for Papa will not stay overlong in our presence. He has a great fancy for Selina, you know,” Emily said pertly and with all the apparent wisdom of the world. I will not, however, bore my readers with a further account of our conversation and will hasten forward an hour by which time the five of us found ourselves well accommodated in a secluded glade some five miles from the house. There we feasted and drank well and, being surfeited, lay back upon the sward and conversed idly of all manner of common things until I began to believe that Emily's ideas resided only in the realm of fantasy.

Upon that very thought entering my mind, however, Lord C. rose, yawned and looked all about him and then invited Selina to go for a “stroll through the wood,” as he casually put it. She not demurring, the two set off, George being between his sister and I. Out of politeness, I had sat up at the departure of the two, but then sank back again whereat George leant over me and, placing his hands lightly upon my shoulders, kissed my lips.

“Oh, what are you at?” I murmured, adopting a role of mild timidity and surprise such as I suspected I was meant to.

At that, Emily cuddled into her brother from his rear and, clasping her hand to the front of his trousers, passed her fingers all about his penis beneath. With some inevitability it then began to stiffen so much that I could not help but glimpse its protruberance. Meanwhile George's kisses became so increasingly amourous that I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth and responded with my own.

“What a naughty pair you are. Why, she is playing with your prick,” I murmured, for Emily's fingers were now even busier about the stanchion of flesh which his trousers still covered.

“She will do no other, for she ever teases me thus,” replied he, delving his hand then up beneath my skirt so that in a moment my cunny was being toyed with in turn through my drawers.

Finding his kisses quite to my taste, while Emily lay mainly hidden behind him, I replied, “Then you should take her drawers down and let her feel the length of it. Why do you not? Oh, you are tickling me so, I know not what to do. Pray, do not take my drawers down or your Papa might return.”

“That he will not, for he will be too busy with Selina,” came Emily's laugh, and at that she tumbled right over both of us, half squashing me in the process so that I then found myself lying between them. “Be a good girl, Arabella, for George has a fine pego. I have known him come twice in a girl without even taking it out,” she declared. Then, taking my face in her hands, she began to lavish kisses upon my half open lips while George deftly attended to raising my skirt to my hips and slipping the ties of my drawers. At that such a languid sense of desire overcame me, that I let myself be uncovered until my drawers lay at my side and George's not inconsiderable penis reared its rubicond head, he kneeling between my splayed thighs. Caressing them and soothing the moist lips of my lovenest he appeared in no great hurry, for he evidently enjoyed the spectacle of two young women kissing and caressing each other's breasts as we were.

“Let him do it to you,” I whispered sensuously to Emily whose tongue made bold reply in my mouth before she spoke.

“Why no, that would be most improper, Arabella, for though I like to touch it sometimes-though only through his trousers-I could not permit otherwise, but I adore to see him working it in a girl's quim and bringing it to froth.”

As many conversations as I had had with Pearl and others before, none was so strange as this, though I confess to enjoying every second of it. “Exhibit yourself to him at least. Push your drawers down while he is doing it to me,” I murmured and made to pull at her skirt as I spoke, though in a poor position to do so.

“Really, Arabella, what a naughty thing to suggest, to let my own brother see my naked bottom! Oh come, George dear, do not dally, for I am sure she is longing for it. Lift her legs up so that I can see!”

“Oh!” I ejaculated in apparent astonishment, for so bizarre was the situation that it mattered not what I said, and George in any event had already lowered himself-in apparent due obedience to his sister-upon my belly and inserted the crest of his charger between my cuntlips. The sensation, being as ever quite delicious-for he made the most slow and sensuous of entries-I raised my legs of my own accord and knotted my calves about his waist as the succulent rod of flesh buried its throbbing length full within my grotto and his balls couched themselves beneath my bottom.

Such an erotic pleasure al fresco is one never to be denied oneself should the opportunity arrive. The grass was soft, the earth warm, and the birds sang above. A glorious sense of freedom overcame me as he began to piston himself back and forth, thrilling me inwardly to the very core of my being.

Emily, of course, had slid down, the better to play spectator to the lewd and exciting view of our conjoined parts. It was a pleasure I knew well, for a sturdy, full-veined shaft urging back and forth twixt distended but tightly-clenching lovelips is at all times an enervating sight and one that never fails to stir. Even so, I did not intend to let her peer throughout the entire performance, so to speak. Reaching for her hair even as George and I panted and writhed on the first lap of our course, I drew her up in such wise that she was made to shriek at the suddenness of my gesture. Drawing her face alongside my own, I ringed her neck with my left arm and breathlessly commanded George to lavish as many kisses upon her mouth as he had been doing on mine.

“Oh no!” giggled Emily foolishly, but such were the electric thrills passing through him and I, that he would brook no refusal and delighted in passing his tongue into her mouth as I could see by the workings of their lips.

To attempt to describe such passionate moments by mechanical rote, as it were, is to destroy the very spirit of them. I began to come and jerked my hips more vigorously, being as I then felt more the mistress of the pair than their victim.

“Feel her cunny-push your hand up her skirt,” I blathered. At that, Emily shrieked again, but since my hold around her neck was tight she could do no other than let him, at which George's passion doubled-if such were possible. Moaning and twisting beside us, his sister endeavoured in vain to avoid the very caresses which I could not see directly but could measure in their boldness by the movements of his hand beneath her skirt.

“Aaaaah!” Emily gurgled, for he had evidently found her spot and was rubbing it through the linen of her drawers. Her thigh-now all but uncovered-moved against my own. Our stockings rubbed. The moment was one of true delight, for where she had wished to see me struggling, the tables were turned, and thresh as might her legs she was unable to prevent herself surrendering to the opportunity of the moment. That there was no artifice in her attempted defence I could somehow tell, for she was most visibly between resistance and surrender. Turning her face, I brought then her mouth to my own and found it sweetly moist and open. This additional titillation proved however too much for George who, alas, spouted all his hopes then and there and in such abundance that I doubted not what Emily had said.